Page 84 of All Scot and Bothered
And he was about to stake a claim of his own.
She’d learned him quickly, her face a mask of dreamlikediscovery. She’d made him feel like he was the only man she’d ever wanted. Had ever known.
He was about to repay in kind.
He never broke the kiss as he tossed her skirt over her knees and ripped her undergarments asunder.
She made a startled little sound and he captured her wrist, gently but firmly replacing his mouth with her own fingers against her lips.
“I’m going to make ye scream, lass,” he vowed against her ear. “So bite down to keep quiet.”
Her answer was a delicate flare of her nostrils over a shuddering breath as he pulled away to look at her.
The firelight snapped and sputtered over a particularly dry log, sending showers of sparks into the air behind him.
The light gleamed off where she splayed open for him. Vulnerable. Exposed.
So utterly edible.
Lust threatened to knock him over. Had he not already been on his knees, the sheer force of it would have driven him there.
Her sex glistened with ready moisture. The ruffles of flesh pink and pretty, the little nubbin at their aperture visibly throbbing. Engorged. A soft tuft of dark russet hair protected the secret cove, beckoning to his fingers.
A part of him yearned to see all of her, but there would be time for that. Time to unwrap her as she did those damned truffles. With relish. With delight. With anticipation and impatience.
But now. He must dine. Feast upon her flesh. Sup on her desire and drink of the flood of pleasure he was about to provoke from the warm, intimate depths of her before he staked his final claim.
Christ but she was crafted for sin. Plump and perfect,her long, thick white thighs encircled by garters of green created a flawless cradle for his shoulders.
He glanced up into her beautiful, heart-shaped countenance, and whatever she read in his eyes caused her to tremble. A ripple of diffidence creased her forehead. Her eyes were peeled wide and gleamed with threatening moisture, and her hand was white and bloodless where she clamped it over her mouth.
She reached for him, but he needed no prompting.
He kissed her. There. Luxuriating in her feminine musk. Never had a woman so seduced his every olfactory sense.
She gave an adorable squeak and lifted her free hand to clutch at the back of the chair behind her.
A dark chuckle escaped him, vibrating against her sex as he settled between her thighs. He was just getting started.
Christ, she was soft. And slick.
His hands splayed on the tender skin of her inner thighs before caressing up to where they met. He played in her intimate curls for a moment before spreading her sex wider. Granting him devious, unrestricted access.
She inhaled sharply, and a tremor overtook her, racking through the strong muscles of her legs.
Someday she would ride him with those long legs. Ride his mouth. His cock.
He couldn’t fucking wait.
Nipping and laving at the crests and ridges of her pliant flesh, he glowed with a masculine satisfaction at her every hitching breath and the astonishment in the mewls she couldn’t allow to escape from her throat.
He circled the little pearl with a wicked tongue, leaving it untouched. Lowering his attentions, he dipped into the well of moisture, flattening his tongue to spread it higher.
Her breaths were naught but ragged little puffs. The sinew of her legs flexed and trembled, her hips curling and arching toward his mouth in blind demands.
And still he didn’t relent.
She strained and twisted until Ramsay had to use his strength to hold her in place. The tiny sounds behind her hand turned to pathetic little pleas.
